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 THE BREEDERS CUP (Mf, pedo, preg, inc)

   by Frank McCoy (c) 1998

   "I can too!" I shouted at my twin sister.  "I can have more than you!"

   "Andrea you're a virgin; and I'm already starting my second trimester.
There's not a way in the world you can beat me," Heather replied
scornfully.

   As usual, my twin and I were arguing up in our room.  This time though,
I was determined to win.  You see it all comes down to the fact that
Heather is fourteen minutes and thirty-seven seconds older than me.  She
has used the label of "big sister" to constantly boss me around, and tell
me what to do.  I mean it's only fourteen and a half minutes for crying out
loud!  This time our argument was a little more important.  Heather was
going into territory that I considered solely mine.  She was going to move
in on Daddy.

   I guess I should introduce myself.  I'm Andrea Garcy and I'm thirteen
years old.  I have long blond hair, green eyes and a petite figure.  I live
with my Father, Michael, older brother Greg (who's fifteen), and my twin
sister Heather.  Mom was killed in a plane-crash when we were only about
two; so I don't really have many memories of her; but that's OK.  Daddy is
the best mother a girl could have.

   Well, Heather and I have not gotten along all that well all our lives.
In spite of being twins (or maybe because of it) we just are opposites in
so many ways (maybe because we TRY so hard to be different).  My sister is
the adventurous one.  She's the perfect tomboy.  She plays sports and war
with Greg and all the boys on the street.  No matter where Greg is, there
you'll find Heather; playing and fighting to help him win.  I, on the other
hand, am the studious responsible one (at least I think so, anyway).  I
have always had straight "A"s, and I'm the one who usually has to pull my
sister's bacon out of the fire.  I'm the one who talks politics with Daddy
and helps him out around the house.  I don't think Heather could boil an
egg without burning the place down.  Even Daddy jokes that Heather, "Can't
boil water without burning it." Despite our differences, I do love her. 
Whenever we're not arguing, I know she loves me too.  Onlysometimes she can
be SO exasperating . . .  like right now.

   I said that I consider Daddy "mine" earlier; and you're probably curious
about that.  Well Heather has Greg; so it should only be fair that Daddy is
mine.  I mean Heather is pregnant with Greg's kid; and now my "big sister"
wanted to try Daddy on for size.  No way was I going to let that happen!  I
guess I'm just the classic "Daddy's Girl".  He calls me "Princess" and has
never missed anything in my life.  Of course he has a nickname for Heather
as well.  He calls her his "Warrior" and has been to all her functions as
well.  It's just that Heather has always gravitated more to Greg than
Daddy; while since our mother died, I've been busy taking care of him and
the family, almost as though I was his wife as well as his daughter.

   I guess it was no big surprise when I came into our room about a year
ago to get my bookbag, and found Greg and Heather screwing for all they
were worth.  My big brother had his thick cock buried to the hilt in our
sister; and both of them were working just as hard as possible to try and
force even more of it inside her.  Both were completely naked and not
saying a word.  (I guess that's why I hadn't noticed what was going on,
even before I entered the room.) At first I was shocked and a maybe even a
LITTLE surprised at seeing the two of them rutting like minks in the bed I
shared with Heather; but after a second or two of watching my brother's
thick prick sliding in and out of her, I just backed out and waited until
Greg came downstairs with a silly grin of his on his face, before I went
back up.  I guess he didn't realize I had seen him fucking his sister, as
he didn't look embarrassed at all.  When I got upstairs Heather was asleep
on the bed, with her legs spread and a pinkish fluid seeping out of her
pussy.  I threw a sheet over her and got my stuff.

   It wasn't until that evening that Heather and I talked about it.  She
said that they had just been goofing off and it got out of hand.  When I
asked her if they would do it again, she got this dreamy, faraway look in
her eyes; and said they would.  It was then that I gave my sister the
lecture on STDs and pregnancy.  Well, as you can imagine, that speech
didn't go over so well.  After all, SHE was the "big sister"; and she knew
EVER so much more than her little sister did.  Yeah, right.

   All I had done was to make Heather and Greg sleep together even more.  I
lost track of the number of times she snuck out of our room and into his at
night or how often one would vanish into the basement and then the other
would follow a few minutes later.  Daddy doesn't get home from work till a
little after six; so when I would get home from school it was standard to
find them fucking at home.  They did it everywhere.  The kitchen, bathroom,
his room, our room, Daddy's room, laundry room, the basement . . .  well
you get the picture.  After a while, it seemed as if they went out of their
way for me to find them.  I think they LIKED to have me watch them.  I kept
my peace; let them get theirs, and went about my work as usual.  Still, it
WAS a bit distracting to come into a room and find my two siblings putting
on what was effectively a porno-show just for me.  I think that once Greg
knew what was going on between me and Heather, he made an even bigger point
of not pulling out, and ejaculating his sperm inside my big sister when he
knew I was watching.  For sure Heather did, anyway.  I hate to admit it,
but the sight of the two of them rutting like that made me have to finger
myself off more times than I ever did before.  I'm not sure, but I think
they both knew it too; and that made them both more eager to have me
"catch" them.

   It wasn't until a bit before our thirteenth birthday that I noticed
anything different.  I got up one morning to find Heather on her knees,
bent over the toilet.  At first I thought she had the flu; but when her
morning sickness lasted a week I knew what was up: My "big sister" was
pregnant.  I told her about my suspicions; and instead of being afraid like
I thought she would be, Heather just gave me a superior look and told me
to, "Mind my own business."

   So I did the only thing I could think of to help her: I told Daddy.

   Well, you might expect Dad to get mad about his daughter getting
pregnant by her own brother; but he wasn't.  In fact, he handled the whole
thing very well.  We were eating dinner that night when he casually asked
Heather If her "Morning Sickness" was any better.  You could have heard a
pin drop at the table, while we waited for her answer.  I was busy looking
at my plate; but I still caught the dirty look my sister sent me for
telling Daddy.  She told Daddy she was coping with it; and it would be OK.
He then told her that he had made an appointment for her with a doctor to
make sure everything really WAS OK.  "After all," he told her, "you're only
thirteen."

   I thought that dinner went well, right up to the point where dad asked
who the father was.  Heather told him that it was, "her business, and to
leave it alone.  She loved the guy and didn't want to get him in trouble."
Heather's temper was getting short, and I knew that if Dad didn't handle
this right, we were in for a big fight.  That's when Greg cut us all off.
He got up from his chair; walked behind Heather; put his hands on her
shoulders; and told Dad that the child was his.  I thought for sure that
would be the last straw; but Daddy just smiled and laughed.

   We were all stunned.  For a few seconds I thought Dad had lost it.  He
looked up at the ceiling and said something like, "Well Helen, you were
right." Then he told us something that changed the whole context of the
family.  He and Mom had been husband and wife, but were brother and sister
as well.  By the end of dessert Greg and Heather had Dad's permission to
continue their relationship.  Greg and I were to swap rooms for sleeping
only; and Heather was to do everything the doctor told her to ensure a
healthy and safe pregnancy.

   So our home life changed a bit.  Greg and Heather were inseparable (or
at least their crotches were).  They seldom wore clothes.  While I didn't
find them fucking in MY bedroom all the time now, putting on a "show" for
me, with our big brother's cock squirting thick white sperm in my sister's
twat, they sure didn't try to hide either . . .  especially now that they
knew our father didn't mind.  Quite often I'd come home from school and
find the two of them naked, on the couch, fucking their brains out.  They
not only didn't try to hide what they were doing; but to some extent seemed
to WANT both me and Daddy to see them, with Greg's thick prick buried to
the hilt in his sister's body; filling her cunny with his thick white cum.
Of course, since she was already pregnant, it wasn't the nastily obscene
risk it had been for Heather to have her own brother ejaculating his seed
in his own sister's nubile young body before she caught.  Since she was
pregnant, and Dad didn't want to raise TOO much controversy about his
just-barely-teenaged daughter having a big belly, Heather took the home
schooling option the district offered.  Dad let them have their privacy,
and only gave Greg some advice now and then.

   Once Heather moved out of my room, and it didn't seem like a setting for
constant orgies any more, I guess I felt excluded from their lives and
began to spend nearly all of my free time with Daddy when he was home.  We
would snuggle on the couch or go to movies or out shopping together.  I
also began to see Daddy differently, now that I had my "big sister" and
Greg as a constant reminder that family members were also human and even
possible sex partners.  He was now more than just Daddy.  He was a man and
I was a woman.  I also realized that he was the man I wanted.

   It was near the end of Heather's first trimester when she began to hang
around Daddy more and more.  This made me as nervous as all Hell.  I would
rush home and find Heather and Daddy talking on the couch.  Once, I even
found them sleeping there.  I began to get jealous of my sister.  I mean
she had Greg and he loved her; now she was working on Daddy?  The final
straw was when I came home late one night and found her sitting naked on
Daddy's lap.  I calmly asked to talk to her up in what had been our room
and that's when the argument began.

   I went on and on about how she had Greg and didn't NEED Daddy.  She
calmly answered that she was a "woman" and as I was "just a girl" this was
something I didn't know about.  If it weren't for the fact that she was
pregnant and I didn't want to hurt my niece/nephew we would have had a REAL
fight.  As it was, we started screaming at each other until finally I was
shouting at the top of my lungs.  Heather was calm and cool the whole time.
She just said for me to leave alone the things I didn't understand; and
then she said, "Besides, you couldn't even GET your man; let alone have him
knock you up.  You wouldn't know how."

   That was really the last straw for me.  "I can too!" I shouted at my
twin sister.  "I can have even more than you do!"

   "Andrea you're a virgin; and I am already starting my second trimester.
There's no way you can beat me." Heather replied smugly.

   "Okay, if you're so sure, then let's bet on it!" I said pugnaciously.

   "All right," she replied, "I'm interested . . .  what's the bet?"

   "Okay here it is: We're both going to pick one man and stick with him
for the next four years.  In that time, we both try to have as many
children with whoever it is that we can.  Whichever one of us has the most
at the end, wins the bet.  How's that?"

   "Why FOUR years?"

   "I just figure that will give us time to have a good count.  Since you
already have a head-start, I figure I need a LITTLE time to catch up; even
though I plan to blow you away!"

   "Okay, you're on," said Heather smugly; certain (with her developing
belly), that she had the "race" in the bag.  "Now what are we going to bet
with?  Money, Chores, Services?"

   "Mom's Jewelry," I said flatly.  "The winner gets ALL of Mom's Jewelry."
Dad had shown us Mom's jewelry box and had promised it to us when we turned
eighteen.  Heather and I each had favorites in there and some of the pieces
we both wanted as a reminder of our mother.  This was something I knew both
of us highly valued and both of us desired badly.

   "Deal!" Heather cried, and stuck out her hand.  "Shake on it."

   We shook hands but I didn't let go of hers quite yet.  "There are a few
other rules, Sister-Mine," I said.  "First, MY man is Daddy; so you stay
away from him sexually.  That means no more cuddling up on his lap naked.
You can still kiss him, but not like a lover . . .  he's MINE.  If I catch
you even TRYING to 'make out' with Daddy again, you automatically lose. 
Got that?  Now you pick your guy."

   "You're taking Daddy?  This is s piece of cake!" she said in a careless
fashion, as if Mom's jewelry were hers already.  "I guess we might as well
keep this in the family.  Of course, I'll take Greg, as you already figured
out."

   "Second, no cheating with other guys," I pressed on.

   "Okay?"

   "Okay."

   "Third: You're so sure you're going to win, because you're pregnant
already . . .  I'm not going to cheat you out of that; I'm going to beat
you in SPITE of it; so your pregnancy counts now; but so will any we have
that start before the time limit is up.  Twins count as two not one. 
Okay?"
"Okay.  Boy, you're sure going out of your way to make SURE you lose,

aren't you?"

   I ignored my sister's remark, while I finished laying out the rules. 
"Last, neither Greg or Dad can know about the bet 'til it's over.  So no
cheating that way.  Good?"

   "All right; that sounds fair." Heather thought for a moment; then in a
conciliatory manner decided that maybe she DID have the better part of the
deal.  "So, since I'm already up by one on you," she said, "I really think
you need some help from your big sister." Heather walked over to her
dresser and got out one of her short nighties, and threw it at me. 
"There," she said smugly, "at least he'll have something nice to look at."
Whatever else you can say about heather, she DID have sexy taste in
nightclothes.  The short little Baby-Doll looked like an invitation to
rape.

   "Thanks, Big Sister," I said; for the first time in weeks without being
sarcastic.  Nothing in MY closet was half as sexy.  Still, while I was
grateful for the outfit, I was still annoyed from earlier, AND the fact
that my sister was right about my needing it . . .  didn't she think I had
ANY sense when it came to dressing to attract a man?  I guess not.

   I grabbed the nightie and stomped out of the room and into the bathroom
to get ready.  I stripped down and took a long shower.  I did my hair and
make-up; carefully trying to be as pretty as I could.  It was in there for
close to an hour and a half, before I looked at the final product in the
mirror.

   I stood five feet tall exactly.  My blond hair shone and fell down to
the middle of my back in lustrous waves.  I wore just enough make-up to
highlight the prettiness of my face; and my eyes had a soft loving cast to
them.  My body was a pale alabaster in color and nicely developed.  My
small breasts sat high on my chest with my nipples firm in anticipation of
what was to come.  I had shaved my legs (and in a flash of insight, also my
pussy).  It was now as bald as a baby's behind.  I looked stunning, and I
thought sexy.  (God, I sure HOPED I looked sexy.)

   I looked to where I had thrown Heather's nightie and decided, "What the
Hell, why not?" At first I had been inclined to wear something of my own;
because I was still somewhat steamed at her.  Only Heather's outfit was a
lacy black Baby-Doll that just emphasized how short it was against my
creamy skin; and I knew that Daddy would like it on ME, even more than Greg
had liked it on her.  Or at least I hoped so.  I picked it up, shook it
out, and put it on.  The hem fell to just a few inches below my pussy; and
gave whoever was watching me a flirting glimpse of my charms.  I practiced
walking a few times and pronounced myself ready.  Seeing me in dishabille
like this should get any man hard . . .  Only I didn't WANT just any man .
. .  I wanted my own father.

   I got out of the bathroom and was about to go downstairs, when I heard
Daddy's shower start up.  I turned and walked into his room.  Now was the
critical moment for me.  I gathered my courage and stuck my head into the
master-bath and saw Daddy's body behind the smoked shower glass.  "Daddy?"
I called.

   "What, Princess?"

   I almost melted right then, when he called me his "princess".  "Can I
talk to you about something?"

   "Sure Baby.  Let me finish up in here, and I'll be right out," he called
back to me, as he rinsed out his hair.

   "Okay Daddy.  I'll wait for you in your room."

   I closed his door; locked it; and sat down on what I hoped would soon be
OUR bed.  I was so nervous.  All my doubts and fears ran through my mind.
"Maybe I wasn't physically mature enough for him?" "What if he didn't want
me?" "How would I go on after he said no?" I thought I was a fool to do
this.  "How could I risk our relationship like this?" the worries
continued.

   After what seemed like an eternity, the water shut off in the bathroom
and I heard Daddy step out.  I got even more nervous as the seconds ticked
by until he emerged from the bathroom wearing only a pair of sweat-pants.

   He stopped in his tracks and looked at me.  It felt like his eyes
traveled all over me and finally came back to my face.  I started to do
handsprings in my mind as he smiled in approval at me.  He liked how I
looked.  Then I saw a glimmer of confusion on his features.  I knew it was
now or never.

   "Daddy, Do you love me?" I asked in a small voice; looking down at my
feet.

   "Yes Princess, I love you very much," he said, as he placed his fingers
under my chin and lifted so that we were eye to eye.

   "Do you think I'm pretty?"

   "You're beautiful Baby.  Why?"

   "Daddy, I want you to make love to me," I said.  Then it was like a damn
burst and all of my feelings for my father boiled over and came out.  I
told him how I loved him as both a daughter and as a woman; but that I
would understand, if he didn't want to change our relationship.

   "Oh Princess," he said as he gathered me into his arms.  "Is this
because of Heather and Greg; or is this something you really and truly
want?"

   I couldn't lie to him so I said, "It's both Daddy.  Watching Heather and
Greg helped me to realize that I what I felt for you is more than a
daughter should for her father; but I also want this for me.  I love you
and I know you like no other person since Mom died.  I want you to be happy
and I think I am the best person to make you happy.  I know I'm young and
all; but I love YOU.  I guess what really decided me was the fact that you
already had a relationship like ours before.  If you loved your own little
sister enough to marry her, maybe you could love your daughter almost as
much.  Please Daddy?  I know it would be hard for me to take Mom's place,
but I'd like to try." (I don't know why, but whenever I think of him as my
father, it's "Dad", but when I want something, or think he's sexy, it's
"Daddy".)

   He sat us down on his bed and held me to him.  He slowly stroked my hair
with his big hands.  It felt wonderful and I gave myself over to his
caresses; but it was all fatherly in feel.  For a long time he didn't say
anything.  When about five minutes had passed, I felt like my heart was
dead.  I had made a mistake.  He didn't want me like I wanted him.  I began
to squirm out of his grasp as tearing sobs racked my body.  I had to get
away.  I wanted to die!

   He just held me tighter and turned my face up to his and then it
happened.  He kissed me.  At first it was a soft gentle kiss.  More like a
father's than a lover's.  I looked up into his face and saw love there, as
well as something else.  He kissed me again, this time with passion, and I
felt his tongue flick out and taste my lips.  With a shuddering groan of
surrender I opened my mouth to accept his tongue.  I threw my arms around
his neck and put all of my heart into my kisses.  I tried to show my father
that he and he alone would always own my heart.

   Our passions built; and I felt his hands begin to slide over my body in
what was now a lover's caress.  First they dipped down my back to grasp and
knead my ass.  I felt a flush of heat spread out from my loins and
encompass my entire body.  His hands felt so good on my slight form.  I
pressed back into them and let out soft mewls of pleasure.  Then his hands
began to travel up my body; caressing my smooth skin.  He gently untied the
bows at the shoulders of the Baby-Doll, and let it fall around my waist;
freeing my breasts.

   I shivered in anticipation of his touch on my chest; and was rewarded
with it almost immediately.  He gently felt and squeezed my twin orbs.  His
pulling gently on my nipples caused fireworks to shoot through my entire
being; and I let out a loud moan of pleasure.  We broke our kiss and looked
into each other's eyes with a kind of special wonder you have when you find
your perfect match.

   "You're so soft and pretty," he husked to me, as his face dropped lower.
I felt his kisses on my torso; and they burned like fire.  He kissed my
shoulders and neck first; nearly driving me mad with the sensation.  Then
he drifted lower still.  First he kissed the shallow valley between my
breasts; then the right and then the left.  Finally he kissed each of my
nipples.  I thrust my chest out and moaned out my pleasure; begging him to
suck harder.  He complied; swapping from right to left every few seconds. I
felt my inner fires begin to roar and knew I was close.  I entwined my
fingers in his hair and held him against my chest.

   My insides were on fire and I was panting in quick shallow breaths when
it finally happened.  I felt Daddy's right hand slither down my abdomen and
cup my pussy mound.  His middle finger rested right in my groove, and began
to rub gently.  The fire in my belly increased a hundredfold, and I cried
out my pleasure, "Oh Daddy Yes!!!  It Feels So Good!!!  Yes!  Daddy Yes!"

   Then I came.  My brain was overloaded with the pleasure he was giving
me. I felt a massive surge of pleasure rip through me, as my first true
orgasm hit.  It was in that moment, when all other concerns and cares were
thrust away from me, that my mind refused to let go of the fact that this
was my father, the man I loved, and that I was his now.  That knowledge
fueled my orgasm; sending it higher and higher.  As my body tensed and
jerked in spasms, my heart and mind welded shut the door to my soul to any
other but Daddy.  I was his.  From now on, there was truly no man in my
life but my father (at least not sexually, or as a lover).

   I slowly came down from my orgasmic high and found myself cradled in my
father's strong arms.  I could smell the faint scent of his soap on him and
his own scent as well.  I turned my head and smiled my most radiant smile
at him.  He gave me a small sly one in return.  I moved my hand so that I
caressed his chest and kissed his nipple.  I stood on shaky legs, and let
the Baby-Doll fall to the ground.  I took his hand and pulled on it;
signaling him to stand.

   He did so; and with sure fingers I pulled his sweatpants down and off.
His erection sprang out into full view.  I turned and backed to the bed;
drawing my father after me.  My nervousness was gone; and all that remained
was the desire to finish our union and properly consummate our new
relationship.  When I felt the bed behind me I laid back upon and spread my
legs in a welcoming gesture to the man who now owned my body and soul . . .
my own father.

   "I'm ready Daddy," I said.  "Please make love to me now."

   "Yes Princess . . .  now and forever."

   I felt the bed sag as my father's weight came down between my legs.  I
knew I was ready.  I could feel the juices of my arousal slowly seeping
down my legs.  We exchanged another deep loving kiss; and then I felt the
head of my father's penis touch my pussy.  I spread my legs farther apart
and looked down to see where we would soon become one.

   I think that the first time watching my father's cock begin to enter my
virgin pussy was the most erotic sight I have ever seen.  Even seeing Greg
squirming on top of Heather, pumping his penis in my sister's body and
getting her pregnant with her own brother's baby by filling her barely
pubescent womb with thick white squirts of incestuous seed, wasn't as sexy
as watching my own father prepare to do the same thing to me.  I could feel
the thick purple head of Daddy's cock push open my pussy lips and begin to
burrow its way into me.

   Soon Daddy had the head of his prick inside my body, and up against my
hymen.  The he began to thrust in small gentle pulses.  He worked out and
in; stretching my hymen instead of plowing straight through.  Eventually my
hymen tore gently with very little pain; and I saw and felt my
father/lover's cock vanish up into my body.  Soon he was three-quarters of
the way in; and had bottomed out against my cervix.

   The feeling was unlike any I had ever known.  I was so full, yet it felt
so right.  Daddy began to take longer thrusts; as I began to let out pants
and mewls of pleasure while we worked together to combine ourselves into
one being.  Soon Daddy was stroking in long powerful thrusts that shoved me
up the bed toward the headboard.  I wrapped my arms and legs around him and
begged him to go faster.

   "Oh Daddy more!  Faster.  Oh yes!!!" I hissed through clenched teeth. 
The fires in my body were again raging higher and higher.  The pleasures I
was getting and giving were so great that I never wanted them to end.

   "Fuck your daddy, Princess!" Dad ordered me.  "So Good!  So Tight!  I
want to fuck you forever, Princess."

   Soon Daddy's strokes began to speed up; and I knew from watching Greg
and Heather that he was getting close to cumming.  The thought of my own
father ejaculating his sperm inside my body, filling my womb with
incestuous baby-making seed, was incredibly thrilling.  "Come in me Daddy,"
I begged him.  "'Want it in me." I locked my legs and arms around my
father, and began to furiously thrust my hips up to his.  My fire was soon
at its peak; and then I was over it.  I again lost control of my mind and
body as a massive orgasm shot through me.  I was dimly aware of Daddy
saying he was cumming.  I was locked in a world of pleasure and love and I
never wanted it to end.  My last words before I passed out from the
pleasure were, "I love you Daddy."

   Slowly I began to become aware of myself again.  Something heavy was on
me; and it was hard to move.  The I realized it was my own father lying
exhausted on my body after cumming inside me, and I welcomed the weight.  I
put my arms around him and stroked up and down his back gently.  I thought
of the millions and millions of his sperm now swimming up through the neck
of my uterus and on into my womb in search of an egg, and wished them all
the best of luck.  I wanted our first child to be conceived tonight, in the
midst of this discovery of our love.

   Daddy lifted up and looked into my eyes with a shy hesitant smile on his
lips.  "You know Princess, you're the first woman I've been with, since I
lost your mother.  I love you Andrea."

   I felt sorry for my father; missing pleasures like this after having
enjoyed them for years with his little sister.  It must have been Hell for
daddy, when Mom died.  "I promise I won't leave you Daddy," I replied.  I
reached up and kissed him, as a promise of our new bond.  We snuggled down
into his bed, and continued to trade kisses and words of endearment for a
while.  Then I felt Daddy growing hard again.  This time he rolled over on
his back, and drew me on top of him.  I helped him raise me up, and then
put my hand on his cock.

   "You put it in this time, Princess."

   I took Daddy's cock, centered it on my pussy, and slowly sank down its
length.  It felt bigger now, and stretched me in new ways.  I welcomed it;
and reveled in the feeling.  I leaned down and kissed my father.  I started
to undulate my hips as we traded passionate kisses.  I broke our kisses and
leaned over to whisper in his ear, "I want our first child to be conceived
tonight."

   The effect my words had on my father was electric.  He surged up off the
bed; lifting me on just his cock.  He grabbed my head and kissed me hard;
thrusting his tongue into my mouth.  I loved it as we took each other this
way, with my father's cock impaling me like a spike.  I could feel that
Daddy was getting close to cumming again for the second time because of my
words; and I decided to whisper to him again.  "I want you to keep me
pregnant for the next thirty years, Daddy.  I never want to be without your
child growing inside me, ever again."

   "Oh baby!" Daddy cried as he again bucked up into me and came.  "I'll
try . . .  I swear I'll try."

   That was what I wanted to hear, and the words were even more erotic to
me than what came next; as I felt my father's penis first swell inside my
cunny, then jerk powerfully.  I could swear I felt each powerful spurt of
his semen into my body; as each thick white jet of my father's potent seed
splashed wetly into my womb where it belonged (they say you can't; but I
was so sensitive and receptive that I'll still swear I could).  I collapsed
onto Daddy's chest as he came down from his orgasm; while I tried mightily
to milk each precious drop of my father's sperm inside my tummy.  I felt
Daddy wrap his arms wrap around me and pull me tighter into him.

   "Andrea?"

   "Yes, Daddy?"

   "Did you mean what you said?"

   "Yes.  I want your . . .  our children so badly.  I want you to get me
pregnant, and keep me that way forever.  Please Daddy."

   "We'll see, Princess.  Andrea, when was your last period?"

   "About two weeks ago.  So hopefully I already am.  This is my best time
to conceive."

   "Well, if we miss this one, we'll just have to shoot for the next one,
won't we?"

   In spite of myself, I couldn't help but giggle at that one.  Shortly
Daddy joined me in quite sniggers; as my cunny kept trying to milk a few
more drops of precious seed out of his body and into mine, to replace those
leaking out around his still half-hard prick.  We didn't get much sleep
that night.

   Things changed around our house after that evening.  I moved into
Daddy's room with him full time; and I also got the home-schooling option
like Heather.  We made love at least twice a day; sometimes even more.  I
even went to work with Daddy a few times; and spent hours under his desk
nursing on his cock.  Our family was firmly set in two-couple now.  We even
went on double-date family outings.

   I remember a time when Greg and Heather nearly got caught making out in
a theater while Daddy and I did the same thing, a few rows back.  Luckily
WE saw the usher coming, and hissed at my siblings in time for them to get
"decent" . . .  barely.  The funny thing was, if the usher had headed back
for US instead of my brother and sister, we would have been REALLY caught;
as Daddy was just starting to spurt inside me, filling my tummy with squirt
after thick white squirt of incestuous cum; and there's not a way in the
world we could have stopped.  As it was, by the time the usher headed our
way, Daddy and I were just a little girl and her father enjoying the movie
together; (never mind the fact that the 13-year-old "little girl" had a
cunny full of her own father's sperm; drooling in thick white globs out of
her well-fucked lttile cunny) while Heather and Greg, who almost got
caught, had to go home horny.  Scary as it was, we giggled for weeks over
that one.

   About a month after our first lovemaking session I began to develop
morning-sickness, just like Heahter had.  Thankfully, mine only lasted for
about a week.  Heather and I were both pregnant, and strange as it may see,
we both started to get along much better, once I finally "caught".  We'd
sit around and discuss events of the day, our future children, anything
that came up.  We helped each other around the house; and Heather even
asked me to teach her to cook (almost shocking me).  It was during one
Sunday afternoon when Heather was in her eighth month, and I was in my
fourth, that we really worked out our differences.

   "Andrea, I want to talk about our bet," she said.

   "OK what about it?" I asked.  "Scared you're going to lose?"

   Heather surprised me.  "Do we really need it any more?" she asked.  "We
both have what we always wanted; and I don't want to fight with you
anymore. We're twins; let's be sisters as well."

   "Heather, are you scared you're going to lose?" I repeated,
suspiciously.

   "No.  I just don't think that we need to compete anymore," she replied,
in a serious tone that finally got my attention.  "Besides, I don't WANT to
take all of Mom's jewelry from you.  Can I tell you a secret?"

   "Yeah," I said, still somewhat suspicious; but now more interested than
cynical.  My sister's remark that she didn't want my share of our mother's
jewelry made me listen.  I had been having somewhat guilty thoughts about
taking HER share as well . . .  you see, even then, I was SURE I was going
to win . . .  as was Heather.  While I always had loved my twin, now I was
beginning to like her too.

   "The only reason I started to hang around Daddy, was to get you jealous
enough so you would go for him yourself; and be happy like I am with Greg,"
she explained.

   Oh.  Some things finally started to make sense.  "Really and honestly?"
I asked.

   "Yes, 'Little Sister', really and honestly.  I knew you loved Dad . . .
and well I guess I always HAVE loved Greg.  That's why I was always with
him.  I didn't want to take a chance and let some other girl have him.  So
can we call off the original bet?  I really don't want to cheat you out of
Mom's jewelry, and I've got too big a head-start for you to catch up."

   "Okay the original bet is off," I agreed.  "Only just what do you mean
by 'original' bet?  Did you have something else in mind?"

   Heather gave me her smug superior "older sister" smile; and said, "Well,
Sister-Mine, I still think my man is more of a stud than yours.  I think
we'll have more children than you two ever will."

   Of course, this got my dander (as well as my pride) up.  "Oh you do!" I
almost sneered.  For all of my newfound liking for Heather, I really HAD
planned on winning our original bet.

   "Yes I do; and here's the new bet: I will have more children with Greg,
than you and Dad will in ten years.  I figure that's a lot fairer than only
four years, and makes it a real race.  Besides, even if you DID catch me, I
figure in ten years I can blow you away." This was said with such an
engaging grin, that for once I didn't feel angry at my big sister's
overconfidence.

   "Okay; so what do we bet this time?" I asked my sister.  Much as I hate
to admit it, even with Daddy's baby starting to stretch my tummy, I knew
that it would be a really hard row to hoe, to catch her in only four years.
Ten years (as Heather knew as well as I did) would be a much better test .
. .  both of our fertility, AND of our ability to attract our partner; not
to mention our resolve to keep on having kids.  Yes, a MUCH better test.  I
figured in TEN years, I could really blow my "big sister" away.

   "This," she said; reaching into a bag at her feet.  Heather pulled out a
silver cup and handed it to me.  The cup was heavy and beautifully made. 
The silver shown without a trace of tarnish.  Engraved upon the cups rim
were the words, "Champion Breeder of the Garcy Family."

   "Whichever of us wins the contest, gets the cup," she explained.  It
must have cost Heather a fortune to have it made.  I was almost overwhelmed
with her generosity in having it made, just to make up with me.  It must
have cost almost as much as all of Mom's jewelry.  Well . . .  maybe half
of it.

   "I love it!" I squealed and hugged my sister.  "I think this cup will
look very good on the mantle in our house."

   "I do too," she pointedly reminded me.

   "Heather, I love you!" I couldn't help saying.

   "I love you too, Andrea!"

   The End



   P.S.  I won the cup by one child.  I delivered a set of happy and
healthy twin boys from my father and my first lovemaking session.  Heather
was fit to be tied.  I had gone from down one, to ahead by one.  There's
nothing like having your father make your own brother or sister inside you
(though Heather insists it's more fun to have your own brother's baby). 
What's even better, is to have BOTH a brother and sister kicking and
squirming inside your tummy at the same time.  Yes, I managed THAT, too.

   Well, to make a long story short: In the first ten years my father and I
had eight children: four boys and four girls.  Heather and Greg had seven:
five girls and two boys.  While Heather has had one more pregnancy than I
have, (I think nursing twins slowed me down a little.) I'm actually ahead,
by having two sets of twins.  (As you can tell, twins run in the family by
Daddy; and it was THIS fact I had counted on in the original bet.) Daddy
and I plan to have several more; and Heather and Greg do as well.  In fact,
we were both pregnant at the end of our bet; (It was a close thing
actually; as Heather "caught" four months before the end, while I just
barely got the brown-ring in my EPT a month before the deadline.) bringing
the "official count" to nine for me, and eight for Heather.  Both Greg and
Daddy had a good laugh when they learned of our bet, when Heather presented
me with the trophy in front of the entire family.  Still, I'm quite proud
of it; and it DOES look nice over the fireplace.  Funny thing though . . .
it STILL doesn't have my name on it; though Heather has promised to have it
engraved several times.  Our house is a now large happy home; filled with
well-loved children.  How about yours?